Date: Tue, 25 Jul 2006 02:36:10 -0700 (PDT)
From: Antonio Soprana
Subject: bull cock :part 1
This story is based on factual events. All of the usual disclaimers apply.
I was in Chicago on business when one of my colleagues gave me a ticket to
see the White Sox game. I am an avid baseball fan, who used to play in
college, until my shoulder gave out, and that was that. Fortunately, my
wife didn't join me on this trip-she hates baseball. So I decided to go to
the game. The only change of clothes I had was a white t-shirt and a loose
fitting pair of nylon track pants, so that's what I changed into and headed
for the Red Line to the south side of town.
It being rush hour, the train was crowded. I decided it would be best to
stand by the door, sideways, so that people could pass by me. About two
stops into the trip, this little guy, at least little to my 6'2" frame,
squeezes into the crowded train and leans against the door. He's about
5'6", wearing a tank top and a pair of loose fitting jeans, and I'm
guessing he's just barely old enough to drink. This puts him about 15
years younger than my 36 years.
As the train begins to leave the station, people start getting jostled
around a little, which is the point that this ride starts to get
interesting. The back of this little dude's forearm brushes against the
front of my pants, grazing my cock. I try not to pay too much attention to
it, but my dick's got other ideas. I actually feel it waking up, if you
will. Little Dude's arm grazes me again, and he half-heartedly apologizes,
which I shake off, cause I just think he has nowhere else to move. The
fact that my crotch is exposed to his arm is not his fault, because I'm
bracing myself so that I don't fall on someone else.
My cock doesn't care what the reason is it's getting touched because it
starts to fill up some more down my leg. I'm trying to think about other
stuff because I don't want this dude to think I'm turned on to another guy
touching my dick. So I look away from this guy. Just when I think I might
be having some success in stopping my dick from growing it's full length, I
feel his arm rubbing across the head of my cock, and this time it's pretty
clear this is no accident!
My head is reeling at this point. I look down at this kid, but he's
looking away, while he's letting his forearm have a field day on my
prick-running is across the head, bumping it against the growing, near
fully grown 9 1/2 inches of my meat. I'm thinking I should stop him, say
something. I mean, damn, I had never had another guy touch my cock, much
less not on a public crowded subway! This isn't really even another
man-it's short, punk kid who's making all crazy with my cock like it's his
own personal toy!
However, I can't deny how fucking hard I am, and he knows it. The train
comes to another stop and he moves to let the other passengers in and out
of the train-by backing his ass right up against my fully erect cock! When
the train starts moving again, I can't even look at him because I am
ashamed that my dick has betrayed me so bad by getting hard for this damn
punk! He gets back into position and starts running forearm up and down,
side to side, all around my aching prick. I'm looking away, trying to not
give away my situation to anyone else, but my chest starts to heave as if
this kid is going to get me off right on that train. Just as I resign
myself to that fact that I'm going to blast my wad in my pants, he stops.
"WHAT THE FUCK?" I think to myself. Then it dawns on me-this little
bastard is going to fucking edge me! And so it goes....start, stop, on,
off, back and forth. This punk kid is playing me like a fucking fiddle,
and my cock is screaming for more!
We're now one stop away from the stadium. The train doors close, and this
time, this little cock virtuoso stands facing the door, next to me,
blocking the view of my hard drippy cock from the rest of the train.
That's when he full-on grabs a hold of the hard length of my cock. And as
he's pumping my cock, up and down, he finally speaks the words I will never
forget:
"That's one hefty bull dick you got there. I figured a guy as hot and big
as you would have a nice piece of meat, but I hit the jackpot today! Most
guys I try this with don't respond, but some do. You, on the other hand,
are something else. You're cock was made for milking. You're cock knows
it even if you don't. That's why you have to let me do this. Me, a little
punk you would probably beat the shit out of somewhere else. But I got you
where you live. I got you by the stud bull cock and it rules you, and
right now, I rule it. I'm gonna punk you right here. I've got you by the
cock and I'm gonna milk you dry, BOY!"
That's when everything became jumbled-"bull dick", "milking", "stud cock",
"punk me", "milk me dry", "BOY!" "FUCK! Kid's taking over my fucking
dick! He's gonna milk me! OH SHIT! OH FUCK!" And just as the train
approached the station, while I was facing the door trying to muffle my
groans, he did it to me-milking every single drop of jism out of my cock,
my "stud cock" as he called it, completely emptying my bull balls.
And then he was gone. Lost in the crowd of baseball fans and commuters,
the dude who took over my dick was gone. Thank goodness for the nylon
pants, which didn't show the mess from inside.